Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: alone, death, dying, funeral, funerals, guilt, lonely, mother theresa, poor, sorrow
Well…
Ok, it is not all together that odd. But for mainstream folks, it is off the beaten path; I sing at funerals.
For the past couple of years I have found a job as a funeral singer. Today, my journey took me to Messiah Lutheran in South Williamsport.
One thing that I have learned from being at all of these funerals is that life is short. I am thankful every day for what I have. I am thankful for my family and children and friends and collegues. It is particularlly hard to be at a funeral that has only a handful of people in the congregation.
Who are we as Christians not reaching out to these people, that they would die alone.
It was through her work with the poor that Mother Theresa discovered what it was to be a reflection of Christ, but it was her realization that the poor were dying alone in the street, in feces infested waste, by themselves. Jesus Christ, Himself, dying on the streets of Calcutta and noone caring to even care.
“The dying, the cripple, the mental, the unwanted, the unloved– they are Jesus in disguise. “
-mother theresa
Is Frost’s Poem Mending Wall, accurate? Do “Good fences make good neighbors”? Does the fact that someone dies alone make it o.k. just because noone knows about it? Wellk I know about it. Do I have to do something about it now? How?
I can recall reading something that mother theresa said about pride… it is the pride of the people of calcutta that ensures that there will always be poor. I can’t find the quote anywhere.
Maybe I can’t help the poor and lonely because I can’t even have the time too look up a quote. Then again… I had the time to type this blog…
